"Here's your order, ma'am." a feminine voice announces before a cup of latte macchiato appears in my line vision.I lift my face from my phone."Thanks." flashing the teenage girl a small smile, I snatch the styrofoam cup from her."What flavor is that?" The person I'm speaking with over a video call asks. His name is Alan and he resides in China. We met through my Instagram when I started posting about my upcoming fashion line some weeks ago. He happens to be a fashion designer and he has been pretty helpful with tips ever since."Latte macchiato," I say after gulping down the first delicious sip, "Although, I would have preferred my precious carajillo over this. But my doctor is against it.""Your doctor?" He queries, his hand digging into the bag of chips set on his lap, "Are you sick or something?""Yeah," I roll my eyes, "I was diagnosed with a heart defect about some months ago." I leave out the needing a transplant part because I have no strength for that right now. "Really?"
I have done a lot of wicked things in this life, some I feel bad for doing, and some I just don't care for remorse. But none of this wicked act of mine surpasses waking up on a strange bed and finding out I just slept with Romeo's half-brother. I don't know how it happened. I just woke up thinking how unfamiliar the bed and the room were and I cracked my eyes open and my nemesis, Harry Sheridan, the man I hate the most in Romeo's family after his stupid father, was sitting across from the room, a wicked smirk on as he watched me.I shuffle away when he stands up from the couch he has been lounging on and comes and plops his ass on the bed, twisting his body to face me."What did you do?" I sneer, and if looks could kill, he will be sizzling to ashes right now.He releases a sinister chuckle, tilting his head backward, and when his cold green eyes come back to connect with mine, my whole body is covered up in goosebumps. "What did I do?" His eyes are sinister, his tongue curled inwar
Another tear glides down my left cheek and I sniffle again, watching Romeo allow another woman to touch him while he still has me chained to the bed. My whimpers reach his ears and his eyes that remain on me as the girl has his cock buried in her pussy, soften but only for a second as his jaws tic and his eyes harden again.It's as if there's a battle within him. He will find himself needing to stop as this is obviously breaking me but then he will remember the atrocity I committed with his brother and his anger will spike up again.He is fighting it and I know it. Romeo could never bear to see me cry. So this must be hurting him as much as it is hurting me to see another woman touch him."You have proven your point, Romeo," my throat is patched even though I don't cry out loud, "Just stop."He doesn't heed my plea, and as if he enjoys this pathetic and miserable me, he grabs her ass and positions his cock inside her again, and an echo of colliding bodies is heard every time she come
"Final boarding announcement for Air Atlantis, flight 210A to France. All passengers head to gate 2!" The feminine voice bounces off the four walls of the private lounge, and the woman who has been struggling with transferring some handy things from the suitcase into her handbag finally exits.As for me, I am busy pacing around the spacious room, worrying for no reason whatsoever about why I haven't boarded yet, forgetting that it works according to the time on my boarding pass.I just want to be on my way to China already, away from my current problems. A little part of me wouldn't have even minded much if there was no other solution after I obviously missed my 10:00 AM flight. But after that rough, anger-driven sex which might I add, went on for hours without as little as five minutes break, I was having a hot bath to numb my soreness when Martins called to inform Romeo that he has managed to squeeze me yet again, in another flight that is taking off by 8:00 PM tonight.I have neve
"Good morning, ma'am!" A young man in a fine suit rushes to me at terminal 1 of the arrival hall and my face immediately hardens, a defensive pose striking on reflex. I just came down from a long flight and my muscles are sore and for some reason, I just want to sleep. The last thing I want is to engage in a tag race with an airport thief."Um, good morning." I am a little hesitant because he's an unfamiliar face even though almost everybody I have passed by at my arrival looked exactly like him."I'm Ling Chen, your sorta PA and designated driver for as long as you are here." He introduces himself in his thick accent, adjusting the round glasses on the bridge of his nose."On my way out, I overheard some people talking about a fraudster that lurks around the exit," I say, holding my handbag tighter to my body, "They lie about being a designated driver only to take the passenger somewhere remote and rob them of their properties."His eyes widen in horror at my accusation before settl
I have always hated the rain. Especially when it bears a violent storm as a companion.But here I am nonetheless, under the violent downpour, right in front of an eyesore of a motel where I just slept with my class teacher. And I am without a doubt not proud of my actions. Because I have a boyfriend. And I am supposed to be faithful to him. But life always got a way of pushing me to the edge of a cliff with barely half a choice.Lucas Meadow, my Philosophy teacher, has always had his greedy eyes on younger girls, like the pretty girls in his class. I always knew I was no exception after all the countless sexual passes at me. But I have been so sure I would never let his finger touch me, well until he gave me an offer I couldn't turn my golden eyes away from.He offered me something palatable; to help me graduate even with my poor grades. And I always knew on my own, I wouldn't make it past the threshold of Northridge High with my mates in the next few months. I was going to have to rep
'Men are monsters'I was eight when Mama told this to me. It was on a Sunday evening and we were seated by the fireplace. The evening was a little bit too chilly but I could adjust to it thanks to Mama's handmade quilt that was wrapped around me to keep away the cold. 'They will take everything. Bleed you dry and leave you to rot away'The look in Mama's eyes when she said that part had been so bitter and cloudy I had thought how monstrous men were. To have pulled such emotion from her, they must be callous. So I swore to never let any man come a mile too close to my heart, let alone think of stealing it.But years later, I find myself breaking the promise. I fell in love with a pretty boy with eyes that put the stars to shame. I let his smile take my breath away. I guess I'm not so different from Mama after all. The woman had spoken vile things about men yet abandoned me for him. She chose a man over me.I can't help thinking about how the apple truly doesn't fall far from the tree.
My ass glued to a seat at Franco's café, a half-empty styrofoam cup before me, I grow a constant need to peek at my phone's screen as acrylic nails drum steadily on the polished table. And it is safe to say that I look like a teenage girl anxiously awaiting a reply from her crush.Such a nervous wreck it feels like my heart has shifted from its position just to come and engage in an endless tango in my throat. Who knows waiting for an email from an organization, and hoping the said email would have attached to it, a job offer, can cause someone to reach such a stage of anxietyI never bargained for this unnecessary migraine. I am okay with the freelance writing thing I have going on on Upwork. Though the income is nothing compared to how much I love spending money, I am okay, because it isn't much of a brainer. All I do is be a ghostwriter for some author or help write school essays and get paid. And all these I do from the comfort of my home.But my mother doesn't trust that I can su
"Good morning, ma'am!" A young man in a fine suit rushes to me at terminal 1 of the arrival hall and my face immediately hardens, a defensive pose striking on reflex. I just came down from a long flight and my muscles are sore and for some reason, I just want to sleep. The last thing I want is to engage in a tag race with an airport thief."Um, good morning." I am a little hesitant because he's an unfamiliar face even though almost everybody I have passed by at my arrival looked exactly like him."I'm Ling Chen, your sorta PA and designated driver for as long as you are here." He introduces himself in his thick accent, adjusting the round glasses on the bridge of his nose."On my way out, I overheard some people talking about a fraudster that lurks around the exit," I say, holding my handbag tighter to my body, "They lie about being a designated driver only to take the passenger somewhere remote and rob them of their properties."His eyes widen in horror at my accusation before settl
"Final boarding announcement for Air Atlantis, flight 210A to France. All passengers head to gate 2!" The feminine voice bounces off the four walls of the private lounge, and the woman who has been struggling with transferring some handy things from the suitcase into her handbag finally exits.As for me, I am busy pacing around the spacious room, worrying for no reason whatsoever about why I haven't boarded yet, forgetting that it works according to the time on my boarding pass.I just want to be on my way to China already, away from my current problems. A little part of me wouldn't have even minded much if there was no other solution after I obviously missed my 10:00 AM flight. But after that rough, anger-driven sex which might I add, went on for hours without as little as five minutes break, I was having a hot bath to numb my soreness when Martins called to inform Romeo that he has managed to squeeze me yet again, in another flight that is taking off by 8:00 PM tonight.I have neve
Another tear glides down my left cheek and I sniffle again, watching Romeo allow another woman to touch him while he still has me chained to the bed. My whimpers reach his ears and his eyes that remain on me as the girl has his cock buried in her pussy, soften but only for a second as his jaws tic and his eyes harden again.It's as if there's a battle within him. He will find himself needing to stop as this is obviously breaking me but then he will remember the atrocity I committed with his brother and his anger will spike up again.He is fighting it and I know it. Romeo could never bear to see me cry. So this must be hurting him as much as it is hurting me to see another woman touch him."You have proven your point, Romeo," my throat is patched even though I don't cry out loud, "Just stop."He doesn't heed my plea, and as if he enjoys this pathetic and miserable me, he grabs her ass and positions his cock inside her again, and an echo of colliding bodies is heard every time she come
I have done a lot of wicked things in this life, some I feel bad for doing, and some I just don't care for remorse. But none of this wicked act of mine surpasses waking up on a strange bed and finding out I just slept with Romeo's half-brother. I don't know how it happened. I just woke up thinking how unfamiliar the bed and the room were and I cracked my eyes open and my nemesis, Harry Sheridan, the man I hate the most in Romeo's family after his stupid father, was sitting across from the room, a wicked smirk on as he watched me.I shuffle away when he stands up from the couch he has been lounging on and comes and plops his ass on the bed, twisting his body to face me."What did you do?" I sneer, and if looks could kill, he will be sizzling to ashes right now.He releases a sinister chuckle, tilting his head backward, and when his cold green eyes come back to connect with mine, my whole body is covered up in goosebumps. "What did I do?" His eyes are sinister, his tongue curled inwar
"Here's your order, ma'am." a feminine voice announces before a cup of latte macchiato appears in my line vision.I lift my face from my phone."Thanks." flashing the teenage girl a small smile, I snatch the styrofoam cup from her."What flavor is that?" The person I'm speaking with over a video call asks. His name is Alan and he resides in China. We met through my Instagram when I started posting about my upcoming fashion line some weeks ago. He happens to be a fashion designer and he has been pretty helpful with tips ever since."Latte macchiato," I say after gulping down the first delicious sip, "Although, I would have preferred my precious carajillo over this. But my doctor is against it.""Your doctor?" He queries, his hand digging into the bag of chips set on his lap, "Are you sick or something?""Yeah," I roll my eyes, "I was diagnosed with a heart defect about some months ago." I leave out the needing a transplant part because I have no strength for that right now. "Really?"
"Look, the price you are calling is way above my budget," I say, struggling with the phone held between my ear and shoulder while digging around my bag for my car key."Shun the price and focus on how great of a deal it is," the real estate agent argues, "I mean if you get it now, your lease won't expire until three years.""That huge amount of money for just one floor?" I unlock the car after finding the key, then throw my bag into the backseat, "if I spend this much for getting a space, what will I use to do other things?"Why exactly did I think it's easy to get myself a building to set up my fashion line? I haven't even gotten materials and tools. Just to get a building and my money is close to being exhausted? Honestly, I'm seriously considering turning my living room into my office for the meantime until I'm so wealthy I would be able to afford an actual building."There are four large rooms and four toilets for ladies and gents," he says while I try placing the phone on the d
"Come on, Doctor. Don't be dramatic." I roll my eyes drily at the nice doctor, "I'm pretty sure more pills will work magic until I get a donor."The devoted cardiologist releases a heavy sigh, the skin on his forehead deeply crinkled. I suppose it's stress or early exposure to old age.I hear a harsh sigh from the room and my eyes search until it falls on Romeo who leans with his hands on the windowsill. I am only privileged to view him from his side profile which doesn't hide his hardened jawline.Shrugging with an air of indifference, I take a long slurp of the yogurt he got me from the hospital cafe, even though I would prefer to drink my spit than consume this shit that tastes like aspirin with a mixture of paracetamol and a pinch of sugar."You don't understand, Ms. Marrow," Doctor Perez shifts closer to the bedside, checking out the drip, "If you don't take precautions, things will spiral out of control before we get our hands on a donor. Don't you get it?"My hands run through
Today, my body chemistry says I shouldn't perform any activity whatsoever; you know, things like waking up, going for a jog, eating, going to work...basically anything that requires motion. So I am damn well going to remain under my covers for another hour or two. But Mom has a different idea."Adelina!" I groan at the ring of my name across the house, "There's a cute guy out here looking for you."My brow furrows in confusion and anger."Who?" I lazily sit up, blowing strands of stubborn locks from my face."Just come out first," she advises and the next thing I hear is her retreating footsteps, "It's a delivery guy named Josie."Pulling the comforter off my body roughly, almost tripping on the drapes of it that sweep the floor, I zombie-walk toward the couch and snatch up my robe, throwing it over my body.I ordered a new iPhone case yesterday and I was told I would get it by 6:00 PM but somehow, they didn't show up. Why exactly did they assume it was right to come and disturb me so
"Please," I whisper, curling further into the wall as if that's the best hiding spot. A whimper is released from my lips, my eyes widening in fright when the shadow hovers over me; skinless face and darkly grinning eyes."No!" I try to make a run for it, but I don't make it far as his bony appendages quickly curl around my forearm, jerking me backward."Where do you think you are going?" He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?""P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me.""Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall."P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck."I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner."P-le